Another jumper

Date: 10/2/2017

I'm sick. Mom, Sheri and I eating lunch. Mom says that I was raised like an overprivileged rich kid, while Sheri was raised poor. This is not true. We grew up in the same house. She is only three years younger. I'm sick, and I can't do something. Two lesbian professors help me. A big lodge. Only one bathroom. But I have to be somewhere. Everyone is offering to give me a ride on their bike. But it is snowing and I am scared. Crowded tollbooth or customs, in the other direction a man is killed. We are all going to a big gathering in Levittown. Pat is going to be there. I am so excited. He's taking forever. Talking to him on the phone, he is almost there. His favorite cheesesteak is in Penndel. He's here! I'm so happy! He is with a huge crowd of bikers. I am saying hello and hugging everyone. A very big man jumps up and does a swan dive into the ground. He is dead. Everyone so sad. I am still happy because Pat is there. And his hair is straight. But he is sad, everyone is upset. The man is laid out on the ground. All the old bikers grieving. Walking past me like I'm not there.